Sandurz: Ludicrous speed?!? Sir, we've never gone that fast before. I don't know if this ship can take it.

Helmet: What's the matter, Colonel Sandurz, chicken?

Sandurz: *into intercom* Prepare ship... prepare ship for ludicrous speed. Fasten all seat belts, seal all entrances and exits, close all shops in the mall, cancel the 3-ring circus, secure all animals in the zoo....

Dark Helmet: *taking the intercom* Gimme that you petty excuse for an officer.